The Perfect Race

The Perfect Race

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication sam., juil. 28, 2018
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Fiction
Science-fiction
We can't always see past the blinds placed before us, it takes someone else to lift the shade and bring the sun. In the distant future, the collapsed world rebuilt and strict laws were put in place to be followed. Created with these laws was the perfect race. A type of people who live in luxury. The race being deemed the Gens by the ones who don't fit in that category. Gens meaning genetically chosen. Genetically chosen to be successful and powerful, to succeed. Obtaining half of these features makes you a Half Blood. And obtaining none makes you an outsider. Torren is a Gen. His parents wealthy and powerful. His life similar to every other gen blunder by the truth. But what happens when he overhears his parents planning to kill his brother and meets someone he was never supposed to. When the mask is lifted the truth is revealed. And he's the only one who can end it.
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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